Page 32 of Between Power and Passion

“Talk to me.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she finally admits.

“Embarrassing?”

“I want you,” she says and looks me squarely in the eyes. “I need you.” Her lips tremble. “Badly.” She breathes out shakily as a tear runs down her cheek.

“This makes you cry?” I ask, truly confused as I catch her lone tear with my thumb and effectively wipe it away. I don’t know what's going on right now. Every time I think I have her figured out, things like this happen. Not only am I not sure about her, but I also don’t have control over my own body. Hell, I don’t even have control over my own breathing. I want her, too, and need to show her.

What does that mean, exactly? I’m not sure, but my whole being knows, and my body just follows in accordance.

“I don’t know why. I feel like some sex-deprived woman.”

I set my jaw in determination. Yes, I’m tired, but I’m going to make it so that my girl never cries about something she can have freely. I pick her up, which doesn’t seem to surprise her at all. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. I walk a couple of steps to the bed, and Valentina has managed to free my towel from around my waist. I feel it slide down the rest of my body before it hits the floor.

Valentina kisses my lips, my face, and my neck before I gently sit her down on the bed. She goes to pull me closer between her legs. Mio Dio, she isn’t telling lies; she seems deprived. She reaches for me and grasps me in her warm hands. My body jerks forward, and I groan from a place deep within myself. I manage to pry her hands off, but she soon focuses on another part of my body.

I grab her chin a little firmer than the mood calls for and kiss her hard, stopping any further attacks on my body. I pull back and watch her as she opens her eyes to look back at me in a hungry daze, but I have her attention.

“Valentina, we go slow tonight,” I explain.

Her eyes widen. “Dmitri—”

I kiss her lips, effectively cutting her off.

“No talking,” I say as I pull her nightgown over her head and off her body, only to find her completely naked underneath.

Chapter 15 – Valentina

My breath comes faster as he spreads my legs apart, a heat pooling between them. His admiration sends a thrill through me, and I feel his desire as he rests between my thighs. He kisses a trail along my neck, and I shiver as his lips and tongue ghost over me.

His mouth closes over one nipple, and I can't suppress a moan of pleasure. It sends a bolt of sensation straight to my core, and I want more. His hand glides down my body, and I arch my back, offering myself to him.

When he touches me, I burn. His thumb teases my clitoris, and I find myself moving with him, unable to stop. It's electric, the sensations shooting through my body. I moan, over and over, lost in the pleasure. This is what I crave, what I need.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his warm breath caressing my nipple. I arch my chest toward his mouth, wanting more, needing the feelings that are taking me higher. He slides a finger into me, and I groan, my body opening for him. I stop breathing as he moves his finger in and out, my hips moving in time with his.

"Dmitri," I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Valentina, you're almost there," he groans, his finger going deeper, his thumb pressing down on my clitoris. I want him inside me now. I crave the release, the completion of this building tension.

"I can't wait anymore," I plead, my voice hoarse with need.

"Patience, I'll take you there," he promises.

I want to understand why he's making me wait, but the sensation is overwhelming, and I can't focus on anything but the pleasure he's eliciting. My body is on fire, and I need him to finish what he started.

His mouth leaves my nipple, and I shiver as his lips trail down my stomach, a contrast of warmth and coolness on my skin. My breath catches as he settles between my thighs, his eyes burning into mine. I feel the heat in his gaze, reflecting the passion between us.

"You're so beautiful here," he whispers. I can feel his breath. I close my eyes, anticipation coiling tightly within me as I sense what he's about to do. His tongue teases my core, and my body jerks as a burst of pleasure shoots through me. Dmitri holds me securely, his hands firm on my hips as if knowing I need an anchor in this wild storm of sensations.

Moans escape my lips as he continues to explore, his tongue stroking and teasing. My body arches, my hands gripping the sheets as I surrender to the pleasure. His finger joins in, teasing my clitoris while his mouth works its magic. The sensations are overwhelming, each stroke of his tongue sending sparks through my body.

"Dmitri," I cry out, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Please..."

"Let go, Valentina. Come for me," he murmurs, and those words are my undoing. The tension that has been building explodes within me, and I give in to the pleasure, crying out as my body shakes with the force of it. Dmitri is relentless, his finger still stroking, riding out the waves of my release and making the experience even more intense.

When I finally come back down to earth, I'm breathless and dazed, my body heavy and satisfied. I open my eyes to see Dmitri completely naked, his impressive length arousing me all over again. I reach out, wanting to feel his skin against mine, and he lies down, our bodies aligning perfectly. It's like electricity, his touch sparking a fire within me once more.

---